The scarlet-colored waistband of Dick's blue underwear — and it did, in fact, proudly display his superhero favoritism — slid down his asscheeks, and he cringed at the cold surface of the tub's rim.

Wally's eyes kept themselves trained to the wall opposite as Dick arranged himself in a comfortable sitting position beside his best friend, continuing to cup himself with both of his hands. It was awkward enough that they had to masturbate on the same floor level as each other, even more so that they both knew they were masturbating on the same floor level. Top off all of that, AND now they were considering — no, waaay past "considering" territory now with the semi-erection Dick sported between his legs — actually participating in some misconstrued form of cheapened male bonding.